I appreciate your help, but that still does not satisfy my confusion. Who are you?” she asks as she sits forward.“I could be asking you the same thing, Mrs. Peeper,” he says as he laughs.

I asked him if he wanted to play music but he refused. He said that the only thing he wanted to hear was the pleasure of my moans.

He didn’t say a word, but those eyes shouted it all. I could read the words in them like a page from a book. I want you. I miss you. I need you. I fucking love you.

Do you need me to say it?” she asked. “Yeah,” I groaned. “Say it.” “Get drunk on me, Vinny,” she breathed. “Take as much as you need. Be greedy with me if it’ll help cool the burn I know is in your veins. I’m here for you.

For three years she was mine. For three years she was my sun, my moon, my fucking world. But now? She was with Lloyd, my fucking brother.

as he slipped his fingers beneath the waistband of my panties, looking into my eyes like I truly was the light of his life—like I was his moon and stars, and even the earth—I only felt one thing. The raw, twisted love we once shared.

I had something to fight for, and I was fighting for the love of my life. I couldn’t give up or give in—not now. Not after all I’d been through—all we’d been through.

A part of me wanted to hate her for making me fall in love, but hating her was damn near impossible. Despite the damage she did to me, it was all my fault. And despite how lonely and terrible I felt, I couldn’t shake her. Like now, her blue eyes were haunting me in my sleep.

The emotions flooded me, so I held him tighter. It didn’t take long for my tears to fall. They were like trails of fire sliding across my face. He kissed each one away and then brought his lips down to mine, making me taste my own emotion.

Nothing could compare to that sweet buzz—the fire that filled my veins and awakened my dark, broken soul. Nothing else made me feel like I was on top of the world, soaring and dominating, like a wild bird. But someone could. Her.